area51novel Chapter 112 I stand above the heavens!
Chapter 112 I stand above the heavens!
Chapter 112 I stand above the heavens!
The war only came to an end when Elena chopped off the blue dragon's head.
The Dragon Worshipers who attacked the Frost family were completely wiped out, and the Red Eagles' army, which had intended to launch a surprise attack, was also repelled.
The battlefield is filled with countless souls that have not yet faded away. They were once believers, and even in death, they will not disappear anytime soon.
Modi didn't stand on ceremony. He opened his mouth and spat out the Styx River, which then devoured all the souls.
The raw materials for Blood Shadow are here, aren't they?
These resurrection coins seem to increase the more you play!
"The souls of five giant dragons, this is a huge profit."
Elena had a faint smile on her lips, and despite constantly reminding herself to be reserved, she couldn't help but reveal a sweet smile.
She devoured the souls of the five dragons, and now her power is only a hair's breadth away from that of a true immortal.
Mordizzi realized that if he didn't use the Grail of Stains, he would probably be suppressed by her.
"Five-headed dragons, except for two infected with the blood plague, you absorbed the other three, leaving only a scaly skeleton. What kind of dragon-eating demon are you?"
"There's nothing I can do about it; I can't control my instincts."
Elena chuckled foolishly, trying to get away with it by being cute.
Modi gave her a warning look and then gave her a hard flick on the forehead.
"Luckily, I extracted some of their dragon blood beforehand and even dug out their brains, otherwise I would have suffered a huge loss."
Dragon blood flows into the blood pool, and dragon brain connects to the laws of the Styx River.
Apart from the Blue Dragon, which has six seals, the other two dragons have five seals, and their brains can provide a lot of computing power.
Elena covered her forehead and shivered. She had the privilege of visiting the supercomputing center and knew what those three brains would be used for.
"Mortis, you're really starting to look more and more like a villain."
Despite saying that, there was no disdain or hostility in her tone.
She felt that if Mortis was the main villain, then she should at least be the number one villainous subordinate, or perhaps even more...
Thinking of this, she chuckled again.
Modi quickly adjusted his insulin secretion manually to prevent his blood sugar levels from getting too high.
"By the way, that dragon-slaying black arrow should still be nearby."
Although the black arrow did not pierce his heart, it was still embedded in his flesh. After he transformed back into human form, the arrow fell nearby.
He searched around and found the dragon-hunting weapon on the ground not far away.
Picking up the dragon-slaying black arrow, he felt his finger being grazed by something sharp. Looking up, he saw a small scar on his finger.
"As expected of a dragon-slaying weapon, just touching it caused my body to crack. Perhaps I can decipher its enchantment and apply it to the dragon-slaying spear."
He put away the black arrow, glanced at the battlefield littered with severed limbs, and nodded silently.
"Yes, this way, the refugees won't have to worry about not having enough clothes."
In every sense, his style of doing things is quite "people-oriented".
Throat of Winter, Frost Tomb Sanctuary.
Bazett was reporting on the losses of the battle.
"In this battle, we lost seventy-six demon soldiers, thirty-seven Styx Spirits, and three hundred and eighty-seven Corpse Explosion Insects..."
Thanks to the existence of flesh and blood recycling technology, overall, our losses were not significant.
It then pointed to the projection, where a scene of the battlefield appeared on the screen.
In the scene, a large number of meat weavers are cleaning up the battlefield.
"In this battle, we annihilated approximately 10,000 enemy soldiers on the main battlefield and approximately 700 enemy soldiers on the rear battlefield."
A large quantity of weapons and armor were captured, but most of them were damaged to varying degrees.
It moved its finger, pointing to the Weaver of Flesh in the picture.
These creatures have shed their monster girl disguises, revealing their true forms, and are now recycling the biomass left behind by their enemies.
"We harvested a large amount of biomass, conservatively estimated at 11.5 standard units."
Just 0.3 units of biomass are enough to produce the clothing needed by the refugees, and the processing time is about fifteen calendar days. After saying this, it tapped the screen twice to bring up another set of data.
"With this biomass, we can produce another batch of new armor, which will be stronger and more durable than the current ones. Master, shall we begin production?"
Modi looked at the data, focusing on the resources and time required for production.
He pondered for a moment, and, with a people-centered approach in mind, said:
"It will take at least two months to equip all the demon soldiers with the new armor. Let's produce the cotton-padded clothes first, and then we can talk about other things."
"Your wishes, by the way, the style issue..."
Bazett drew up several armor design sketches.
Modi glanced at them and chose the most terrifying one, "That's it."
What he needs is an army that exudes an aura of fear, an army that inspires dread in the enemy at a single glance.
This armor, which had the effect of intimidating the enemy, was very much to his liking.
Bazett carefully memorized the design, nodded, and took his leave.
In the vast sanctuary, only Modi remained. He summoned the Law Panel and added a name to the memo.
"Red Eagle Lord..."
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His gaze grew cold as memories of this person gradually surfaced.
"One of the lords who betrayed the Grand Duke of the North, whose Red Eagle Territory was considered one of the more prosperous cities in the North."
Judging from the arrow he shot, he has some skill.
Modi was not the kind of person to repay evil with kindness; he could not let the guy who ambushed him get away with it.
The saying goes, "a life for a life." The Red Eagle Lord's arrow cost him thirty-six lives, so he only took one of the Red Eagle Lord's lives, which was already very merciful.
"Thinking about it this way, I realize I really am a kind person."
After spending another month in Winter's Throat, Mordy personally planned the various districts of the Frost family and observed the construction of the new town outside the Frost family.
Although the food was still barely enough to sustain them, he watched as the refugees' apathy gradually dissipated and their hope for life returned to their faces.
"No amount of psychotherapy can compare to a bowl of hot porridge when you're hungry."
Modi is conducting a sociological experiment, researching a project called "Development and Construction of a Fantasy World Territory".
Since Frostfire Territory was gone anyway, and the Grand Duke of the North couldn't control him, he simply declared himself lord.
He divided his territory into two parts: the town on the surface and the underground city under construction, with the Frost family as the main body.
The underground city was where he lived, and he also placed some important production facilities there.
For example, the Demon Conversion Pool, the Undead Altar, and the Fleshweaver Hatchery currently under construction.
As the territory was being built, the laws of the Styx were also expanding outward from the center of Winter's Throat.
It is no exaggeration to say that this is the foundation upon which he controls the entire territory.
Although he could have used the law to govern his territory, the law was too rigid and could only be used as a means of monitoring the entire territory and as a last resort in case of rebellion.
To better manage his territory, he promoted a group of new people to the existing staff.
Gail, from White River, and Bowen, a mage apprentice, were among them.
The former was promoted because he had helped refugees and was welcomed by them.
The latter was because he improved the planting techniques, helping the townspeople to cultivate the land.
"These planting spells are excellent, but unfortunately only mages can use them."
In front of the experimental field, Modi casually cast several growth spells.
Sparks of magical light fell upon the farmland, and in an instant, the crops began to grow wildly.
The seedlings grew into plants, and the plants bore fruit. "Cherry tomatoes? Where did you get your seeds from?"
Elena casually picked two, popped one into her own mouth, and fed the other to him. "I brought these back on my way to inherit the family fortune. Luckily, there's a constant temperature array, otherwise they might not have grown in the North."
Modi took the cherry tomato she fed him, pondering the feasibility of using the laws of the Styx as a medium to unleash magic.
To achieve this, the law must first penetrate into the etheric realm.
In addition, there are many challenges to overcome in the spellcasting mechanism.
Modi fell into deep thought, mechanically chewing the fruit Elena had fed him.
Elena enjoyed it immensely, and even wiped his mouth afterward.
"Elena," Mordy pushed the question out of his mind, remembering the tasks on his to-do list, "Let's go take down Lord Red Eagle."
Red Eagle Territory isn't close to Winter's Throat, but it's not as far as the Barren Rocks either. With his dragon-transformed speed, he can make a round trip in just one hour.
Even if something happens to Winter's Throat, he can arrive in time to provide support.
"The Red Eagle Lord?" Elena thought for a moment, her long eyebrows arching. "That's the guy who ambushed you, right? Beat him up."
She'd been wanting to cause trouble for that guy for a long time. Now that she'd become so strong, if she couldn't take him down, wouldn't all her efforts to become stronger have been for nothing?
After discussing it, the two decided that there was no time like the present, and they would set off immediately to find and kill Lord Red Eagle.
Before setting off, Elena asked hesitantly:
"Mortis, um, could you make it a little smaller this time?"
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"I'm afraid I won't be able to stand up straight."
Modi did not refuse her small request.
He deliberately controlled the degree of flesh mutation, transforming himself into a smaller red dragon. He tilted his head and looked at Elena, gesturing for her to get in the car quickly.
Elena mounted the dragon's back, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and felt the warmth emanating from beneath the dragon's scales.
"Mortis, would you call me a dragon knight?"
The red dragon flapped its wings, and the whistling wind drowned out her voice.
But Modi heard it all clearly.
"I have no objection."
He could accept either a dragon knight or a dragon "rider" earthen.
The red dragon rapidly ascended, plunging into the leaden-gray clouds, and continued rising until it broke through the clouds.
"Now, I stand high in the sky!" Elena exclaimed excitedly, spreading her arms wide.
This wasn't her first time flying on a dragon's back, but it was the first time she had the chance to appreciate the view below.
A strong wind rushed towards her, causing her robes to flutter and her long flaxen brown hair to dance in the wind.
The cold and lack of oxygen at high altitude were not a problem for her; at least for this moment, she was enjoying the scenery she had never seen before.
After a while, Elena hugged Mordi's neck tightly again and buried her face in his scales.
Modi remained silent, simply slowing down and setting up a barrier around her.
Everything around seemed to quiet down, with only the man and the dragon flying silently across the sky.